Roots (2016 April PAD - Day 6)

photo - courtesy of www.FridaKahlo.org

Roots

She’s rooted in the future.

Seeds yielded, sown,

blown to the four winds

to reappear – far from here

in space and time

her fruits will flourish:

her eyes shine,

her smile curve,

radiate in future faces,

unknown, unfamiliar places

and all

because

she

was love(d).

PSC /2016

 

Penned for Day 6 of Robert Lee Brewer's April PAD (Poem-A-Day) Challenge.

Assignment: an ekphrastic poem inspired by painting “Roots” by Frida Kahlo

For more, check out his site at:  2016-april-pad-challenge-day-6

For more info on the painting: www.fridakahlo.org - ROOTS

Fishin’ for Complement (2016 April PAD - Day 5)

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Fishin’ for Complement

My ex-husband was a worm.

Now, we was just young

and stupid (some might say

 inexperienced)

when my papa caught us

gettin’ some experience,

(if you know what I mean),

in his boat while we was

s’posed to be fishin’.  Well,

the compliments was flyin’, and

Papa didn’t fancy the way we was

complementin’ each other

(if you know what I mean). So,

we had us a shotgun weddin’

and two baby boys

before the marriage

(and my slick, slippery man)

went south.

My papa, he was more

of a daddy to those two boys

than their own pa ever was.

Papa just loved to take us all

fishin’ in his boat.

The boys, they enjoyed it too –

still do. But me, I never

took much of a likin’ to it. 

Seems like

whenever I watch one of my boys

laughin’ with his granddaddy,

slippin’ a night crawler,

 on his hook,

I see it squirm,

and I just can’t help

but feel sorry

for that worm.

PSC/2016

Penned for Day 5 of Robert Lee Brewer's April PAD (Poem-A-Day) Challenge.  

Assignment: an experienced or inexperienced poem

 

For more, check out his site at:  2016-april-pad-challenge-day-5

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April, she’s (2016 April PAD - Day 4)

all photos PSC / Apr 2016

  

April, she’s 

distant,

cool;

and I feel  

such a fool

believing that she

was warming up

to me

when only last week

she was sunshiny, bright,

all laughter and light.

Well, today

she’s wholly…

wintry;

Arctic and bitter –

a bone-chilling, shiver-

y mass of crystalline frost.

Still, I'm certain

that all

is not lost;

Yes, I’m sure

that she’ll budge.

This girl can’t hold a grudge;

she’s gentle and kind

at her core.

She’ll thaw in a trice;

just a day – maybe thrice –

several days,

or a week…

mayhap more.

PSC / 2016

Penned for Day 4 of Robert Lee Brewer's April PAD (Poem-A-Day) Challenge.  

Assignment: a distance poem

 

For more, check out his site at:  2016-april-pad-challenge-day-4

 

Three Mile Island – Condensed (2016 April PAD - Day 3)

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Three Mile Island – Condensed

(a found poem)

An accident

March 28, 1979

nuclear reactor number 2

mechanical failures

compounded by

inadequate training,

 human factors and

human-computer interaction;

ambiguous indicators,

hidden lights,

manual override of

automatic emergency

cooling systems,

failure of auxiliary system,

emergency shutdown,

pumps closed for maintenance,

relief valve stuck open,

mechanical fault,

coolant system depressurization,

partial core melt,

user interface engineering problems,

design fundamentally flawed,

cycle of assumptions,

considerable confusion,

boiling inside the core,

alarm sounded,

indications initially ignored,

large part of core melted,

system dangerously radioactive,

vented straight to the atmosphere.

Schools closed, residents warned.

Lessons learned:

Normal Accident Theory:

inevitable consequence

of system’s immense complexity

PSC/2016

  This "Found Poem" was culled from the following source:  Three_Mile_Island_accident

and penned for Day 3 of Robert Lee Brewer's 

April PAD (Poem-A-Day) Challenge.   

Assignment: "Three (blank)"

 

For more, check out his site at:  2016-april-pad-challenge-day-3

 

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